Zongwu: Seven Heroes Escort the Escort, Defeat Wanwan with One Shot

When the song of Xiaoxiang Night Rain, which made the listeners cry, sounded again, all the black-clad arrow teams from the East Factory had been completely dealt with by Mr. Mo Da.

"Is this the strength of Mr. Mo Da?"

Wang Zhenwei was also shocked by the strength of Mr. Mo Da.

He never thought that this unknown Mr. Mo Da would have such strength.

Wang Zhenwei had a feeling that if he fought against him, he would die under his sword if it wasn't thirty moves.

And these thirty moves were when he used all his strength.

"Among the Five Mountains Sword Sects known to the world, the strongest one is headed by Zuo Mengzhu of Songshan Sect.

But now it seems that Mr. Mo Da is just not interested in this."

Huang Rong was also a little stunned when she saw Mr. Mo Da's back.

This was the most powerful martial artist she had seen since she left home.

With one hand, he could perform the 13 styles of Hengshan Clouds and Mists, which made people tremble with fear.

"division····Senior····"Puff!"

Liu Zhengfeng looked at his senior brother's back and wanted to call him back.

However, he was already seriously injured and spurted out blood again.

"Junior brother, take care of yourself."

Mr. Mo Da did not turn around, but his voice came through.

The remaining people from the three major sects all bowed deeply in the direction where Mr. Mo Da left, thanking him for saving their lives.

""Puff!"

At this time, Qu Yang and Liu Zhengfeng, who had been supporting each other, spit out blood again.

""Grandpa!"

Qu Feiyan shouted, and supported the two people who were about to fall to the ground.

At this moment, the two people were like candles in the wind, and they could go out at any time.

"Brother Liu····"

Master Ding Xian looked at the three arrows stuck in Liu Zhengfeng's body and the two arrows stuck in Qu Yang's body, not knowing what to say.

Although there were people helping to resist, the arrows were too dense and some arrows could not be blocked.

Not to mention the two of them were injured, even the disciples of the three major sects who came here, now only have three or four people left.

As for the others, they have all died under the arrows of the black-clothed archery team.

"Senior Brother Yue, Senior Sister Dingxian, Senior Brother Tianmen, I'm sorry."

Liu Zhengfeng asked Qu Feiyan to help him up, and then bowed to the three of them to express his apology.

His wife, concubine, and children were all buried under the arrows.

"Senior Brother Liu, this is not your fault. This is the fault of the Songshan Sect and the imperial court.····"Alas!"

Yue Buqun helped Liu Zhengfeng up and said the following. He looked at Qu Yang beside him and finally opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

No matter what, the grudge between the Sun Moon Demon Cult and the five major sects cannot be erased.

"I know what you mean."

Liu Zhengfeng looked at the people in front of him.

"But Brother Qu and I hit it off right away, and we became close friends in music. I don't regret anything I've done.

I just hate that I met Brother Qu too late and didn't get to know him earlier."

At this moment, Liu Zhengfeng's face was actually glowing with glory.

But everyone present knew what was going on.

"Brother Qu, it seems that we will never be able to exchange music again."

As Liu Zhengfeng said this, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Brother Liu, I think we can still exchange ideas on music."

At this time, Qu Yang's wrinkled face also showed a ruddy color.

He trembled and took out the guqin that he had kept well, then sat down cross-legged.

"I can still play the piano, but I don't know if you can still play the flute, brother Liu."

Qu Yang said to Liu Zhengfeng with a smile.

"I····"

Seeing this, Liu Zhengfeng felt around his body, but found nothing except blood.

"It seems that I can no longer be with Brother Qu····"

Liu Zhengfeng said with a look of disappointment on his face, but he was interrupted before he could finish his words.

""Uncle Liu, your Xiao."

Linghu Chong shouted as he ran inside Liu's house.

"Uncle Liu, this is your flute.

Linghu Chong held the flute in both hands and handed it to Liu Zhengfeng.

"Thank you, little brother."

Liu Zhengfeng thanked Linghu Chong.

Then he looked at Qu Yang.

"It seems that even God wants us to play one last song, the"Swordsman" that we spent several years to make. Hahahaha."

Qu Yang said with a big laugh.

"That's right. Hahahaha!"

Liu Zhengfeng also laughed out loud.

"Feel it for yourself, what is a famous song handed down from generation to generation?"

Wang Zhenwei said with a sigh as he looked at the two people who were about to perform.

"A famous song handed down from generation to generation?"

Huang Rong looked at Wang Zhenwei in confusion.

At this time, with the sound of the guqin, Qu Yang and Liu Zhengfeng's last duet sounded in front of the devastated Liu Mansion.

Outside the Liu Mansion, where the walls were full of arrows, everyone could not help but immerse themselves in the song"Swordsman". Inside the courtyard, the walls and pillars were full of arrows, blood was everywhere, and corpses were everywhere; outside the courtyard, everyone was covered in blood and wounds, and their faces were also sad.

This is the world of martial arts, if you don't live, you will die, if you don't win, you will lose.

As for living a free and unrestrained life in the world of martial arts, that is impossible.

The world of martial arts is not only about fighting and killing, but also about human relationships.

"The world's ups and downs are created by our generation. Once we enter the arena, time will pass by. We can talk and laugh about the imperial plan and hegemony, but we can't beat the drunkenness of life."

Because of his profession, Wang Zhenwei, who has never drunk much, actually wanted to get drunk at this time.

"Jianghu, Jianghu, ah~~~"

Lu Xiaofeng sighed with a sigh.

The free and unrestrained and heroic voice in the duo's song is what countless people in the martial arts world pursue, but they can't do it.

How can a person's life not be burdened by external things?

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After burning down Liu's mansion, everyone planned to leave.

For the three major sects, this trip was a heavy loss.

Not only did most of the disciples die, but they were also plotted against by the court. After they return, they will have to think carefully about what to do next.

As for Wang Zhenwei and Lu Xiaofeng, apart from the possibility of being blacklisted by the court, there is nothing else.

""Miss Qu, may I copy the music score? My father is also a music lover, and I want him to appreciate this famous song."

Before leaving, Huang Rong looked at Qu Feiyan who was alone and asked

"Of course, my grandfather and his friends created this piece of music to pass it down, rather than leaving it behind after his death like Ji Kang's Guangling San.

She has always been by her grandfather's side and knows exactly what he is thinking.

"Thank you Miss Qu."

Huang Rong thanked

"By the way, I still don’t know where Miss Qu is planning to go?"

"Me? I should find a place to live in seclusion. I don't want to step into this world again."

Qu Feiyan looked back at the ruins of Liu Mansion, where her grandfather and his confidant were buried. She thought that the two of them were down there, happily exchanging this music.

Just like they did before.

"How about I find you a place to live in seclusion?"

Huang Rong thought for a moment and said to Qu Feiyan.

After all, she owed her a favor, so she could help her.